Dale: Squeals about Jim’s hole-digging extracurricular activity to the rest of the camp, though seems more concerned about a friend he thinks is going off the deep end than anything else.

Shane In Response To Talk About Holes: “Like the Shia LaBeouf movie”.

Spidey Sense: Shane, look, your crowning one-liner last ep was good enough to earn Twinkie Moment of the Week, but pandering to my pop culture obsessiveness won’t do it alone, OK?

– Merle’s Red Brick Road in Atlanta –

Our Ragtag Group of Rescuers: Take out a few zombies, though they discover a few Merle has single-handedly, in every sense of the word, taken on. They discover a kitchen where Merle has evidently used a hot skillet to cauterize his wound.

Spidey Sense: Damn! More Badass Than Tallahassee Moment of the Week by a long shot!

You know: What’s grosser than the cauterizing?

Jawless Zombette: Being taken out when she surprises Our Ragtag Group.

Red Brick Road: Ends at a smashed window, where Merle had obviously made like Felix Felicis and got the luck out of there.

Our Ragtag Group of Survivors: Will need to get the DS’s bag of guns dropped in Atlanta in an earlier episode back if they want a fighting chance of going after Merle.

– Camp Survivor –

Dale and the rest of the camp: Approach Jim and ask him what the hell is going on.

Shane Walsh: Attempts to reason with Jim to stop him from freaking everyone else out.

Jim: Is like the little green tractor that could and keeps on digging, Shane Walsh, Dale and the rest of the camp be damned.

Shane Walsh: Handcuffs Jim…

Spidey Sense: Hmm, wonder if her ever used those on Lori?

Shane Walsh: And throws Jim’s face in the dirt of his hole, breaking Spidey’s heart a little because he looks so broken and defeated.

Jim: Breaks down and gives this deeply saddening speech…

– End of Red Brick Road in Atlanta –

Glenn: Pitches a masterplan for retrieving the bag of guns. Breaking it down, he’ll run for them while Darryl covers him with his crossbow and return the way he came if he can, but if he has to will escape to a position two blocks off where T-Dog and the DS will be waiting for him.

The Non-Masked Avenger Kidnappers: Have some backups in a Non-Masked Avengermobile who grab Glenn and speed off with him.

Deputy Sheriff Rick Grimes and T-Dog: Picked up the gun bag before the others could get to it and also have a bargaining chip in the form of a Non-Masked Avenger-in-a-Wifebeater accidentally left behind.

Spidey Sense: Can’t really blame them for wanting alone time with Glenn.

Darryl: To his credit, tries to give chase, but is distracted by zombies who have started pouring in through a nearby gate that is ajar.

Spidey Sense: Ajar gates during a zombieocalypse? Big mistake! Just ask Shaun from Shaun of the Dead!

– Camp Survivor –

Jim: Is shackled to a tree. He apologises to Lori for scaring the kids and says he can’t even remember why he was digging the holes, apart from that the insane urge was linked to a dream he had that he can’t remember the details of.

– Back in Zombie capital of America, Atlanta –

Non-Masked Avenger-in-a-Wifebeater: Travels in a van with the DS, Darryl and T-Dog to what appears to be an old factory where his cohorts are so that they can make a deal.

Yay! You posted Glenn pics for me! He definitely gets the KJewls Seal of Approval. As do “Skarsporn,” and any references made to the movie Holes. Shia rocks! Speaking of abs, have you seen his lately? DAMN!

Gotta love all those gory gifs on your blog. What good is seeing a zombie axed through the head once, when you can see it happen, 85,000 times :)?

I know, Glenn is a total cutie pie and snarky to boot – what is not to love?!

I’ve had Shia love since Disturbia, so although I hadn’t heard he was bulking up for a movie role, I applaud the director making him do so.

It is funny how comical the gory GIFs are when taken out of context – when watching the show I can barely keep my s**t together, I’m so scared, yet they are strangely funny in small doses. Or maybe I am truly just dark and twisty 🙂

Jawless zombie was also pure win. I am enthralled, I can’t stop watching.
Any kill utilising crossbow is just … well – the best.
Running through my mind is the repetitive sounds of ‘twang’ followed by ‘thunk’ followed by ‘thud’.
The glorious three Ts.

Whereas your zombie kill of the week brings one word reverberating through my skull. That word is BOING!

Over and over and over and over
the spell of repetition is really on [me].

The subtle art of zombie killing is almost lyrical in its poetry.
I love the smell of spilt congealed blood in the morning.

I was so excited to find the picspam that merged TV show stills with comic book footage – very cool!

Jawless zombie is a little reminiscient of the creature from Predator that has a retractable jaw, no? And I agree, it is like watching a train wreck – you just can’t look away 🙂

“Twang” is a particularly fitting glorious T given the very Westernesque flavour this show has. BOING made me LOL… it’s funny because it’s true!

And I agree without you about good zombie killing being poetry in motion. There is an art to zombie carnage that is quite unlike any other supernatural killing that I just can’t quite put my finger on.

I think the greatest thing about zombie killing is that it is a thing (for want of a better word) that is accesible to the common people.

To kill a werewolf one requires enough wealth to purchase a number of silver bullets.
These bullets would be hugely expensive because demand would be rather high in the supernatural hunter community, but supply would be excrutiatingly low due to the insane inpracticality of silver bullets.
And also, that presumes the firer of the silver bullet has the skill to shoot the damn thing into the beasts heart. But the common redneck gun owner would probably struggle to hit the side of a barn – it’d take some damn fine hunter to get the first bullet right where it needs to go on the first shot.

To kill a vampire is somewhat easier than a werewolf – all you need is a pointy stick. The hard part is getting close enough to a super-strong, super-fast, pointy-toothed mofo that wants to drain you of your blood.
It takes something more than nerves of steel of get that job done – it takes a gentleman of the big pointy hat persuasion.
You know the sort of shit-kicker I’m talking about? The sort of tough guy who can wrastle a Polar Bear nekkid in the middle of he Alaskan winter.

To kill Cthulu … yeah, I’m not trying that

However, in order to kill a zombie, all a person needs is a skull crushing impliment (sharp or blunt makes no difference) and a desire to wack peoples heads in, wether they were once family members or not and suddenly, pizza delivery guy has suddenly become Mister Hero McWhackyWhack!

Summing up: Where all other supernatural monsters and fiends require a certain calibre of buffed-up-hero-god-thing.
However, Zombie killing is the time to shine for the common man, woman and child. All and sundry can grab a base ball bat and charge the hordes of shambling undead creatures in an orgy of destruction and scattered brains.

Haha, Marc, remind me to keep you around in a zombieocalypse society – your pragmatism would probably be the only thing that could keep me alive 🙂

The thing that defines these survivors is their ordinariness. There are no Buffys, no friendly sparkly vamps or supernatural powers of any kind to help them out. They just have to rely on their natural wits and resourcefulness. They get tired and sore and don’t look particularly glamorous or hot while on the run (Glenn being the exception for me, of course!).

It’s a world where ordinary heroes like former pizza boys can stand up and be logistical geniuses. And that is one of the reasons why I suspect we love zombie tales so much – we are symbolically beating our own fear of creeping, walking death.

Makes me wonder the process you have to go through to create a silver bullet. Is it a case of melting silver and pouring it into a mould, or have I watched too many werewolf movies too? 😉 It’s also kind of hilarious that vampires can ultimately be brought down by what amounts to a piece of wood.

“your pragmatism would probably be the only thing that could keep me alive”
Aw shucks.
For what it’s worth, the first thing I’d try to do when slipping into survival mode is chuck some Michael Jackson on and try and get a groovy dance number going.
Just for the love of God, no one trip on the boom-boxes power cord – as soon as the music stops they turn right back into slow moving brain hungry killing machines.

Alice is the exception for me – running around in that su-PERB little red number.
And that hair.
And those eyes.
Rawr.

And if you want to know how to make silver bullets, just ask the lone ranger. I’m pretty sure he would have had to supply them for himself given the fact that most cowboys back then went for something cheaper and more practical like i dunno, lead?

I much prefer your zombified version of Blame it on the Boogie. And poor Michael Jackson did become a bit of a different species towards the end, so it is fitting really.

Don’t you worry, I’m an equal opportunity ogler – I will have some female-centric stuff for you. And there will always be my gory zombie GIFs, especially as The Walking Dead has been picked up for a second season! Yippee!